A Window To My Soul
No, it’s not a man.
It’s Amazon.
As in dot com.
As in they know me better than anyone has a right to which can either make me feel special OR piss me off depending on my mood.
Today, I’m on the fence as I’m not yet sure what my mood is because I’ve only had 3 cups of coffee.
Clearly, Amazon wants me to take a hard look at myself which I try to avoid on most days because it’s risky; like putting my face up to a 12X magnifying mirror and realizing that up close, my eye-brows have taken on an Andy Rooney-esque quality and I haven’t even noticed. How does this happen? I’m better off in a state of blissful ignorance.
But no, Amazon is determined to make me a more well-rounded individual and who am I to argue? Jeff Bezos is a genius and I (as stated in previous posts) clearly am not a genius. And who knows? I may even learn something a bout myself I didn’t already know which is always helpful.
To wit: Amazon’s recent recommendations selected “just for me”:
A Touch of Evil – 50th Anniversary Edition DVD – starring Charleton Heston and Vivien Lee
Okay…I haven’t figured this one out yet but I’m a work in progress so be patient.
The Extended Phenotype: The Long Reach of the Gene (by a really smart researcher)
I may or may not have blogged about my gene pool in previous posts. I’m looking into that.
The Quotable Atheist: Ammunition for Non-Believers, Political Junkies, Gadflies, and Those Generally Hell-bound
I have to admit that being called a gadfly was a little hurtful.
A Social Critique of the Judgement of Taste: (by some French guy)
I never thought of myself as judgmental. This one bugged me because I always thought that the word “judgement” was spelled j-u-d-g-m-e-n-t (no “e”). At least this is what spell check always told me. Then I realized that this book was translated from French to English by a British guy and leave it to the British to fuck up a word with unnecessary vowels but, hey, I’m not judging or anything.
And here’s one I totally get:
Losing Itby Valerie Bertinelli
So, the way I see it, Amazon has summed me up this way:
I’m a little sinister because of something that went wonky in my gene pool which probably made me an atheist, really judgmental and dangerously close to madness over weight issues that I didn’t know I had.
Oh, I forgot. There’s one more.
The End of Faith: Religion, Terror and the Failure of Reason (by somebody who is obviously a very cheery optimist)
Actually, I am a cheery optimist. I always try to look at the bright side albeit with a heavy dose of cynicism. I find cynicism amusing which troubled me a bit….until…. I found the following on a web-site called everything2 dot com:
“A cynic can be optimistically defined as a person who is dedicated to perceiving the truth, no matter how awful or depressing it is. An optimist can be cynically defined as a person who looks for the kind of truth that makes him or her psychologically most healthy”.
“With a cynically optimistic definition of truth, we arrive at the cynical optimist — a person who finds out all the possible ways of looking at the truth, no matter how awful, and then chooses the one which is both plausible and psychologically healthy”.
I feel so much better now.
I see,
Well I am a little to the centre of the tyre, which was full of colour, but I enjoyed the Theatre … anyway 11 years and I am bloody confused; Hope there isn’t a test.But remember if it weren’t for the English, American culture would be.. Oh never mind
11 years?? Holy cow, you’re one of us now!
And while you’re at it, don’t forget that a “boot” is something you wear on your foot that can also be used to make a point by shoving it up someone’s ass (as opposed to “arse”) and not a vehicular compartment where things like…oh…let’s say….dead bodies are transported.
Just keepin’ it American, my friend.